Dear John,
I'm off tomorrow, so it's after 9:00 and I'm still up - what craziness! I just watched NCIS and sniveled my way through Jackson Gibbs' funeral. I will miss him.

I'm just weary tonight. My body is getting used to working full time for the first time since 1989, twenty-five years ago. And my brain is learning a new career, which is always a challenge at my age. But today went well, and I'm grateful for the job and looking forward to the financial security.
Meanwhile, I miss you and wish I could be with you. I will keep scanning the sky for stagecoaches.
Come get me soon?
Joan.
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